Hot Hot Hot

We hit 24.5 in the van driving down west. I left my sandals in the van thinking a barefoot walk on the beach would be nice. The sand was too hot! Poor Mowgli. Only coffee and cake to be had at the fish basket on Long Strand, the carrot cake was delicious.
On to Glandore then, and booked a table for dinner outside at Hayes’ 8:30. We sat there comfortably until 10pm.
Heavenly.